Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.

The rain wasn't the usual glittering silver, but dark and dirty, as if nature were a scrubwoman wringing out a filthy mop.

The desire to write well can never be fulfilled without hard work.

Are you prepared for the first wound?

We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be.

There is nothing fatherly about time and what it does to us, either.

I always thought happiness was a choice and I always chose things that made me happy, and books were one of those.